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  • Thomas Yarborough (5/8/2013 11:28:00 AM) Post reply

    Hidden Box

    I found a dusty box today
    Feelings stirred that were hidden away
    Down behind some unread book
    I picked it up, my fingers shook

    Dread hid in the crevice of my mind
    Not knowing what, inside, I'd find
    Inside this tiny, unknown crate
    That I had suddenly learned to hate

    Perhaps a smile would cross my lips
    As I held her scarf 'tween my fingertips
    Perhaps a note signed I love you
    And I'd say honey, I love you, too

    But more likely, as is oft the case
    Trinkets will greet my visual embrace
    And the response will likely be forlorn
    A tearing of my heart, in a small place not yet torn

    I release the lid and move away
    Perhaps tomorrow'd be a better day
    I wipe my eyes as I depart
    I need more time to heal this wounded heart

  • Ricky June Espanueva (5/6/2013 3:22:00 AM) Post reply

    Little hatchling eager to learn to fly
    To follow the birds that bid him bye.

    Little bird provoked by winds,
    Fell off from tree with broken wings.

    Little bird searching way back to his nest
    Where he should be, and cradled to rest.

    Mournful bird now tied and flightless,
    He isn’t free to glide sky’s vastness.

    Flightless bird, how high have you fallen?
    Portraying the role that you have stolen.

    Flightless bird failed to achieve their expectations;
    Always trying to surpass his limitations.

    Flightless bird crying every night
    Hoping tomorrow everything’s alright.

    Flightless bird weeping all his life,
    Attempting to end it with a knife.

    Flightless bird, stop outshining the star,
    ‘Cause you’re on ground; and above he’s far.

    Flightless bird, mind not your insecurities,
    Bear in mind that you have diff’rences.

    Flightless bird always reaching for the sun
    ‘Cause he wants to prove that he is someone.

    Flightless bird devours his hope, rejected;
    Together with loneliness neglected.

    Flightless bird singing melancholic song,
    Reminiscing when did he went wrong.

    Flightless bird, it’s time to face your fears,
    You are the only one to wipe your tears.


    Flightless bird, fix your broken heart,
    You will remember again the pains of the start.

    Flightless bird, are they really blind?
    For they can’t see you’re left behind.

    Flightless bird, what’s the use of winning the fight
    Now that you are out of their sight?

    Flightless bird, when will you accept?
    That they won’t care, so don’t expect.

    Flightless bird, don’t try to hide,
    Let them realize you’re dying inside.

    Flightless bird dreaming for that day
    When all other birds will beg him stay.

    Flightless bird seeking only for that place
    Where he could live without competing the race.

    Flightless bird, fulfill your dream
    For you are near to reach that realm.

    Flightless bird faking his smile,
    Pretending pleasant down the aisle.

    Flightless bird, the player of the show
    Now you’re a spectator staying low.

    Flightless bird endures the pain,
    Conceal your tears under the rain.

    Flightless bird, why can’t you see?
    You are not caged, you are so free.

    Flightless bird, why don’t you move?
    This is a no time to think you aren’t loved.

    Flightless bird longing to be free,
    Untie the rope that makes you dreary.

    Flightless bird longing to be free,
    Break the cage of your misery.

    Flightless bird, apparently
    Waiting death to set him free.

  • Oloko Oyindamola (5/6/2013 1:26:00 AM) Post reply

    MAYBE WE CAN DIE
    Death! ! !
    We might think its never possible to die
    We might think it isnt yet ou time to die
    We might think this life would never come to an end
    We never realise the pain from afar
    Until when we are being affected
    That feelings when we lost the one so dear to us
    That time when we got no chance to speak to the one close to our hearth
    That moment when everything seems it should go to an end
    That moment when the one we care for is being taken by an un-timely death
    When we see no longer see that one that makes us smile
    Only and only then, , , , , , , when we death take away somone very close and dear to us
    Would we realise
    Maybe we can die! ! !

  • Oloko Oyindamola (5/6/2013 12:43:00 AM) Post reply

    DONT FORGET YOURSELF

    While trying to be generous to someone
    While trying to give your heart to someone
    While trying to make someone else happy
    While trying to be the best you can be to someone
    While trying to love someone
    While trying to make someone love you
    While trying to be friendly and jovial
    While trying to build your future with someone
    While trying to do anything with your heart
    While trying to do anything with your head
    You might give little and take nothing
    You might give much and take little
    You might even give much and take nothing
    You might also give nothing and take much
    You might maintain an equillibruim give and take
    Which ever way it might go
    Just never forget there is one person important
    That you have to consider, , , , , , , Yourself
    Dont forget yourself when doing anything
    You also important to yourself

  • Oloko Oyindamola (5/6/2013 12:32:00 AM) Post reply | Read 1 reply

    GVIVEN TOO MUCH

    I sealed my hearth so tight
    Holding on to myself so tight
    Cos experience they say
    Is the best teacher
    But, , , All in all
    If we close our eyes for evil tins to pass
    We wouldn't know when good would pass by us
    I made an exemption for you
    I gave u all it takes
    Always wanting you to be happy
    I did all this without expecting a pay
    Did it with a fair hearth
    I just wanted to be that friend
    You would remember and smile
    I thought i could do all those on a platonic field
    But little did i realize my hearth was growing
    To be fond of you
    But just when i was about to start Loving you
    You Let me realize
    I was given you too much, ,
    Just too much than you give back to me.

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  • Darwin Guna (5/4/2013 12:26:00 AM) Post reply

    Am I Exhausted?

    I fell down; they clapped;
    I bleed out; they jumped;
    I tried; they criticized;
    Am I exhausted?

    No air for my nostrils;
    No water for my tongue;
    My sky is starless; full of darkness;
    Time slapped on my face;
    Nature breached its rule;
    Top to bottom against me;
    Am I exhausted?

    I stood alone full of sorrow;
    An only man without his shadow;
    No way for a better tomorrow;
    The whole world became desperado;
    Am I exhausted?

    Oh! My heart don't give up
    Oh! My head don't bow
    Oh! My knee don't bend
    I'll fight till the end.

    -Darwin Guna

  • Savannah Oakes (5/3/2013 8:54:00 PM) Post reply

    Daydreaming

    I took it all to heart,
    each hasty smile and modest gesture,
    each syllable of dispassionate word,
    to a stage where even I was persuaded,
    the rays veiling your face
    in perfect symmetry,
    were by your own hand.

    I coveted you so,
    for what were you incapable?
    Because you ou were the rays,
    as you werethe smile, the gesture,
    and the word.
    Everything created, then destroyed
    by unadulterated hand,
    but all only in my sight.

    Now I mistrust.
    There are words I thought were spoken
    and actions I thought displayed—
    In fact—illusions and Trickery.
    But now I see,
    how you were a dream,
    borne of a skeptic in dangerous reverie.

    This guise I had burdened on you,
    I all the time unawares,
    For it had seemed,
    that when I said move
    —you moved.
    And when I said speak
    —you spoke.

    How does something appearing
    so concrete, so essential
    be confused with truth?
    —to savor another's words
    and have them be your own—
    Eyes blind and still
    having dreams of distant realms—
    but forget it.
    Happiness has gained on me,
    now knowing the best of truth.

    Now there is only whisperings
    of a voice lost.
    No more apparitions of smiles,
    gestures, or words—
    such trivial necessities,
    conceived by a fool
    in want of an actor.

  • Savannah Oakes (5/3/2013 8:53:00 PM) Post reply

    If I Had Ten More Minutes

    If I had ten more minutes
    and my voice was not faint
    nor my face so devoid
    or my mind so blank,
    I would profess—

    But I'm afraid of words
    which might betray lips,
    For what is kept
    is of my eyes—
    that impulsive organ
    I've attempted to stray;
    hooded, hazed.

    Construing a montage
    ever playing:
    concerns, worries
    fears, and doubts,
    Come to life
    in bursting light
    whilst straining in the dark.

    And if such creations
    could speak—
    or better
    could be heard—
    through the mist of passion
    And masks of pride,

    I would profess
    All in my heart;
    Every quaint murmur
    Forsaken night and night.

  • Erik Esquivel (5/2/2013 10:44:00 PM) Post reply

    For Her Heart [3
    {Para Su Corazon [3}

    El amor se siente por el corazon..
    Rumores se escuchan for rechazos en el pasado..ese maldito dolor!
    El corazon se ama con tiernura y del fondo del alma, eres incomparable, inolvidable, inmaginable, mi kerida dama!
    La niña mas preciosa que ni al final del tunnel encontrarias solo reflejos de los rayos del sol tendrias..en la mirada..
    Que me das y haces hacen mi corazon que derrita por ti, respiro un ultimo respiro por ti antes de morirme.
    Bajaria las estrellas para contarlas solamente al lado de ella..
    El amor que yo te tengo es muy inexplicable, escucha mi linda cansion compuesta con palabras derramando de mi corazon para darte una buena razon, con felizidad llenas de maravillosa fantasias!
    Entiende mi pobre corazon sobreviviente, traizionado, atropeyado madurado y superado, las palabras que te digo no es un sueño, kiero que seas mi reyna por eternidad reynaremos nuestro palacio mientras yo sea tu dueño!

  • Victoria Ly (5/2/2013 10:34:00 PM) Post reply

    The Best Dream by Victoria Ly

    Time to put an end to this pain.
    Standing five stories high.
    I take a deep breath,
    And jump.
    Falling,
    Falling,
    Falling.
    This is it.
    This is goodbye.
    This is my happy ending.
    I close my eyes.
    Floating,
    Floating,
    Floating.
    What am I feeling?
    Nothing.
    I am numb.
    Hit the ground.
    The end.

    No wait.
    I wake up.
    Sweaty,
    Confused,
    Shaking.
    Glad it did not actually happen,
    But wishing it did.

    Worst nightmare,
    Yet best dream.

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